And Vulcan's
monster wrestled him closer and closer to the deadly ball of
scorching fire.
He felt the heat on his skin, burning and charring! Now his
chest was barely inches from the fire! It touched his skin!
Abruptly he reached out, seized the burning mass in his huge
hands!
He lifted the deadly cargo above his head!
Burning through skin and flesh, charring bone, it lit the
hellish scene!
With an effort he loosed the deadly mass behind his back!
If fell on the head of Vulcan's creation.
The struggle was over!
A molten mass, the metal monster lay inanimate upon the floor!
With crippled hands Prometheus once more shoveled the burning
heart of the furnace. Without a backward glance he rushed from
the site of battle.
Arriving on earth he deposited his burden in the bowels of Mt.
Vesuvius. There would it ever burn. And from that burning mass
man once more distributed fire to hearth and kiln.
"My boy, you handled that quite well. Certainly left Vulcan's
foundry in a mess, though. By the way, I sent Aesculapius over
to care for Prometheus' hands. It will take time, but
Aesculapius works wonders. Gad, his rates are high! Do you know
how much he charges for house calls! Never mind, it's enough, I
assure you!" Zeus grumbled to even think of the cost.
"Stay healthy." He growled morosely.
16. Wading in the River Styx
Odor of dying algae, of rotting plants, of stagnant waters -
all drift above the long, dark stretches of the river Styx.
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